Chapter 38：

His task now is to communicate more with Leng Yiyi and open his heart.

If the exercises were given to Leng Yiyi, the latter's temperament would be 80% crazier than Liu Jiu'er.

"Junior sister, get ready, let's go to Zongmen for a walk."

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On this day, the sky was clear.

In the calm Baiyue Sect, because of the appearance of the two, a wave of waves was set off.

"Isn't that Uncle Su?"

"Where?"

"Uncle Su actually came down the mountain?"

"Uncle Su? Which Uncle Su?"

"Except for the one on Qingxuan Peak, who else can there be?"

"hiss!!"

"you know?"

"I don't know, but when I look at this temperament, this one is terrifying!"

Many people walking in the sect, or the sword riding the wind, passing by Su Yun and Leng Yiyi, will involuntarily stop and take a look.

You know, Su Yun in Baiyuezong can be said to be a celebrity comparable to the head Lin Tianchen.

Anyone who is like a sect will be curious about the mountain that is independent of the sect.

Qingxuanfeng is in its own line, and there is only one beautiful uncle living on the mountain.

Such rumors have long been familiar to the disciples of Bai Yuezong.

But at this moment, they were even more curious about Leng Yiyi beside Su Yun.

The cold and beautiful appearance, the cold eyes are bright and dazzling.

The waterfall-like blue silk dangles from the graceful back, swaying gently with the walking posture.

The appearance is stunning, and the temperament is aloof.

Like a fairy falling into the mortal world, without a trace of human fireworks.

It even walked side by side with Su Yun, giving people a sense of sight of a goddess and a married couple.

"Who is this person?"

If it was a member of the Baiyue Sect, these looks would have long been known to everyone.

"Junior Sister, let's Bai Yuezong not say anything else, the atmosphere is still very harmonious."

"The mountains are clear and beautiful, the people are outstanding, and there is a spiritual vein under this mountain. Although it is not large, it is three to five times higher than the concentration of spiritual energy in other places."

"Our sect counts our peaks, and there are a total of eight. Among them, the main peak where the head is located is called Ling Yunfeng, with the most disciples and the strongest strength. Our peak is the smallest, and counting the master, there are only four."

"However, Shizun and her elder family is a well-known existence of Baiyuezong, with a cultivation base that can reach the sky, and Junior Sister Jiu'er is also a person of outstanding talent. Counting you, the talent is no less than other peaks."

Su Yun told Leng Yiyi about things in the Baiyue Sect with a smile on his face.

"Brother, what is that?" Leng Yiyi asked in a cold tone.

Her gaze fell on the tower not far away.

"Oh, that is the Sword Tower. Legend has it that the founder of the White Moon Sect was a famous sword repairman. He once created the Sword Tower for the disciples of the White Moon Sect to try."

"Each level of the sword tower is suppressed by sword intent. If you can reach the highest level, I heard that you can still get the inheritance of the ancestors, but so far no disciple can go up."

The Sword Tower limits the age, and no one can violate the rules.

This is the rule set by the ancestor, and the disciples of Bai Yuezong naturally abide by it.

However, Bai Yuezong was not strong in the first place. To tell the truth, Su Yun did not expect much.

Of course, the sword tower is not only for sword repair, other disciples can also use the sword intent to temper their will, which can be regarded as a trial place for Baiyuezong.

"Uncle Su!"

A person in the distance waved at him.

"What's the matter?"

"The head is looking for you."

Head?

Su Yun replied, "Junior Sister, wait a moment, I will see the head."

Leng Yiyi nodded gently.

When Su Yun left, she stayed in place for a while.

Finally, facing everyone's eyes, walked to the towering sword tower.

"Sister, do you want to break into the tower?"

A disciple of Baiyuezong asked with a smile at the door.

Leng Yiyi did not answer.

However, looking up, there was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

Rumble~~

Suddenly, the sword tower shuddered slightly.

At the same time, in Leng Yiyi's heart, there seemed to be the sound of sword ming!

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Chapter 20 The posture of a peerless sword immortal, a thousand-kill sword formation! [More than 3000 flowers plus more! 】

"Senior Nephew Su Yun, sit down."

Above the hall, Lin Tianchen looked at Su Yun with a smile.